No one thought that chasing life, iron hands and ruthlessness were holding hands, and there were two people who were completely outside, and they would disappear in an instant!

This greatly surprised everyone, and everyone couldn't help but exclaim again!

"How so?"

Gentle looked shocked.

She's really scared now, it's all horrible!

Wen Wan reached out and gently patted Gentle's shoulder at the right time, and said, "Don't worry, Dad is here." ”

Wen Wen looked up at Wen Wan beside her, and then she felt a little more settled in her heart.

Xiao Feng suddenly raised his hand, shouted, and a pair of iron palms slapped out!

"Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending!"

Oh!

With the sound of an earth-shattering dragon roar, surging palm power erupted from Xiao Feng's palm, turning into a giant dragon and rushing straight into the courtyard in front of him.

However, this majestic slap in the courtyard seemed to hit the air, without any collision or fluctuation, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if nothing had happened.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Feng said in a deep voice: "This formation can not only eat people, but can even resist attacks!" ”

Ruthlessly glanced deeply ahead, and said: "This place is dangerous, don't trespass, everyone must not try again, let's disperse." ”

Ruthlessly manipulating the wheelchair mechanism while speaking, it fell into the courtyard.

Others could go, but his three juniors were all trapped in it, and he couldn't leave alone anyway.

Everyone saw that Ruthless was going to enter it to find the Iron Hand, and they were trying to dissuade Ruthless, but at this moment, there were almost ripples of water around everyone!

The crowd didn't have time to react, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared from the spot!

Around the Shaolin Temple, as if no one had ever appeared, the previous tranquility was restored.

……

At dawn.

Huo Yin slowly descended in front of the Shaolin Temple.

He looked condescendingly at the empty Shaolin Temple, and couldn't help but show a look of surprise on his face.

"It's ...... Obsession? ”

Huo Yin's divine sense was already extremely powerful, and he could clearly perceive that at this moment, the entire Shaolin Temple was completely shrouded in an extremely terrifying obsession.

Those who disappeared after entering the Shaolin Temple and never appeared again are not so much entering the Shaolin Temple as entering another world created by this extremely terrifying obsession.

Huo Yin was very curious about whose obsession this was, and it could be so powerful that it could envelop the entire Shaolin Temple with a radius of hundreds of acres.

After watching for a while, Huo Yin no longer hesitated, and went straight down to the "Shaolin Temple".

……

While.

The sun shines on the earth, and the solemn bells ring in every corner of the Shaolin Temple.

Monks dressed in well-fitting gray robes shuttled through the courtyards in an orderly manner.

Sweep the fallen leaves on the floor.

Wash dirty clothes.

Practice, chanting.

It's hectic and fulfilling.

All the monks of the entire Shaolin Temple are like pieces that are tightly fitted, maintaining the operation of the precision machine of the Shaolin Temple, and no one is superfluous and can be ignored.

Huo Yin stood in the middle of the courtyard, looking at these monks who were busy inside and out.

Each of them was expressionless, looking sluggish and numb, as if they had no mind or soul of their own, but only acted according to the instructions of their master.

"Alive."

After a moment of observation, Huo Yin found that these monks were not dead, but their own will and soul were suppressed to the deepest part of their bodies by this terrifying obsession.

If no one breaks this obsession, then the will and soul of these people will never be able to break through the suppression of this obsession, and they will always have to be obedient puppets.

Thinking of this, Huo Yin no longer paid attention to these puppet monks, and instead walked slowly towards the depths of the Shaolin Temple.

In the temple, the Buddha halls are splendid, and the pale golden auspicious clouds on the roof are shrouded, and the Buddha's light shines.

The melodious and low voice of chanting and chanting Buddha came from all directions, and the aromatic breath also made people involuntarily quiet down, forgetting the troubles in their hearts.

If you only look at the appearance in front of you, I am afraid that everyone will think that this is a Buddhist holy place, majestic and dignified, and majestic.

But what Huo Yin saw was not only the appearance, but also the essence hidden under the appearance!

The dilapidated eaves, the bleak Buddha statues, the fallen leaves and dust all over the ground, the once solemn Shaolin Temple, in Huo Yin's eyes, is as desolate as an abandoned temple between the mountains and wilderness, barren to the extent that no one cares.

It is the owner of this obsession that has caused Shaolin Temple to become such a bleak scene.

Huo Yin walked forward step by step, towards the backyard of the Shaolin Temple, where there were many figures he was familiar with in his divine sense.

The backyard of the Shaolin Temple is an extremely wide square built on the mountain, and at this moment, the square is densely packed with people.

These people are wearing all kinds of strong clothes, some are armed with swords, some are holding folding fans, and naturally some are empty-handed, they come from the sectarian families of the Great Song Dynasty rivers and lakes, or they are idle savages.

Some of them came here after receiving an invitation from the Shaolin Temple, and some of them came here out of curiosity, but no matter what the reason for them to come here, they could not escape the fate of being suppressed by their will and soul and becoming puppets.

"Buddha is destined for people."

A loud chant rang out over the square.

I saw a bearded man in a strong suit with a frightened face, but he couldn't struggle and involuntarily came to an old monk in gray clothes.

He looked at the razor in the old monk's hand, wanted to shake his head, wanted to shout, wanted to vent his despair, but he couldn't do any of these things.

Poof.

The big man knelt in front of the old monk.

The old monk was full of compassion, raised the razor in his hand, and little by little, slowly shaved off all the hair on the top of the big man's head, and also shaved off all the beard of the big man, and soon a rough big man became "round and smooth".

And in the process, the fear in the eyes of the big man became weaker and lighter, until he became cold and numb, like the monks outside, and became a puppet that had completely suppressed his will and soul!

"Buddha is destined for people."

The old monk sighed, and the big man got up and walked to the side numbly, picked out a set of monk's clothes from the neat clothes piled up on the side and changed them, and then walked towards the front yard.

In front of the Great Han, there are hundreds of similar people.

And behind the big man, there are hundreds of people who are "silently waiting" to be shaved by the old monks!

And the four famous catches, Xiao Feng, Tianshan Tong and Li Qiushui are at the back of the line.

They also lost their freedom, but when they saw Huo Yin walking slowly, a strong hope burst out in their eyes!

Huo Yin looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes fell on the old monk, and looking at the sad and compassionate look on the old monk's face, he couldn't help but sigh lightly.

"Master, you're looking at it again."

The old monk who was about to shave a middle-aged man heard Huo Yin's words, and his hand moved, and he slowly raised his head and looked at Huo Yin.

After seeing Huo Yin's appearance clearly, the old monk folded his hands and said: "Amitabha, it turned out to be Huo Shizhu, I haven't seen him for ten years, and Huo Shizhu's demeanor is still the same." ”

Huo Yin took two steps forward, and said in a somewhat complicated tone: "I didn't expect that the master who was no longer attached ten years ago would fall into obsession again, why bother." ”

It turned out that the old monk who was talking to Huo Yin was none other than the famous Shaolin Temple sweeping monk!

Ten years ago, Huo Yin had a long talk with the sweeping monk, thinking that the sweeping monk had let go of the obsession in his heart.

Today, it seems that the sweeping monk did not really let go of it at the beginning, but turned this obsession into a demon seed and buried it deeply.

Now that the demon seed has broken through the ground, it is time to set off this uproar!

This also made Huo Yin inevitably a little curious, what happened to the sweeping monk that made this demon seed break through the ground?

The sweeping monk faced Huo Yin, looked at the lotus platform at Huo Yin's feet, and his eyes narrowed slightly as if they were stinging.

He looked up at the sky, sighed, and said, "As a Qinglian Immortal Monarch, Lord Huo Shi is an immortal, how can he understand the helplessness of mortals? ”

Huo Yin pursed his lips and said, "I want to hear about it." ”

The sweeping monk put down the razor in his hand, slowly walked in front of Huo Yin, and sat down cross-legged.

And at the same time as the sweeping monk sat down, a lotus platform suddenly slowly appeared under him.

It's just that this lotus platform is not cyan, but a strange black and purple!

Except for the color, this lotus platform is almost exactly the same as Huo Yin's lotus platform.

Because this is the illusion of the sweeping monk imitating Huo Yin's lotus platform, he doesn't want to bow down to Huo Yin, he wants to be on an equal footing with Huo Yin!

Huo Yin didn't care, and sat down casually.

The sweeping monk looked at Huo Yin, who was sitting in front of him, and said in a complicated tone: "Ten years ago, when the poor monk listened to Lord Huo's words, he thought that he was enlightened and could practice Buddhism with peace of mind and wait for the fate. But not long ago, a news that he heard by chance disturbed the poor monk's heart. ”

Speaking of this, the sweeping monk paused slightly, then glanced at Huo Yin deeply, and said, "Supreme Grandmaster Ling Donglai, he has shattered the void and soared away. ”

Huo Yin was not surprised to hear the sweeping monk's words.

With Ling Donglai's talent and talent, it was only a matter of time before the void was shattered.

The sweeping monk saw that Huo Yin was so calm, but his face suddenly showed unwillingness and resentment.

"The poor monk thinks that whether it is talent, talent, or understanding, he is not weaker than others in all aspects, but why can Huo Shizhu become an immortal, so that the donor can shatter the void, but the poor monk wants to sit in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and be this mortal?"

"Isn't the poor monk qualified to be a bodhisattva and become a vajra?"

A few years ago, the name of Huo Yin Qinglian Immortal Jun came, and the sweeping monk only sighed when he heard it, thinking that Huo Yin's genius is rare in the world, and becoming an immortal is also a natural thing, and he can't envy it or learn it.

But when the news of Ling Donglai's shattered void came, the sweeping monk's heart felt a little uncomfortable.

Since there are people in this world who can become immortals and someone who can shatter the void, why can't this "someone" be him!

(End of chapter)